Mighty opus

Mighty opus                                                                                         
 
An eternity of silence, then God sang …
suns and planets, stars and moons;
 
sang rivers and mountains, wind and rain.
Sang the garden, Adam and Eve.   Sang Iblis;
 
let loose a multitude of angels to flood this world –
all from the nothingness lodged in His throat –
 
light and dark, cold and heat, large and small,
inner and outer – reverberating, dividing,
 
spinning and expanding --
on the sole Sound of His Holy Voice.
 
When God entered again this Song-existence
He nestled into Your cozy body and kept silent;
 
let His love do the singing inside of You.
What note could He add to His perfect composition?
 
Only silence – a strategic pause
in the mighty opus of creation.
 
O child of God, the Beloved in this advent kept silent.

God listened to His own perfection and added nothing. 

                                  (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)